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Ready Ready Set Go (Simon & Milo) · Ready Ready Set Go (Simon & Milo) · Eight by Eight (Don Fagerquist) · Get Ready for the Get Ready (Sunny Domestozs) · Sixty Six to Timbuktu (Robert Plant) · Sixty Six to Timbuktu [Universal] (Robert Plant) · A Fleet of Sixty (Abyss) · The Spring of Sixty-Five (Joseph Spence) · Doghouse Sixty [Doghouse] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Star Sixty Nine (Celeda) – and 90 other albums »


on and count with Mickey
Yeah, let's go
'Cause when it comes to counting
Mickey's number one
All right
Now let's count by tens
10, 20, 30
40, 50, 60
70,
the hired men, they set off signals
And nearby boats came by and they rescued them

And off they went on their way to South America from Australia
Sixty
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight 
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three 
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
to see some friends of his
Who lived upon a farm.
Strange and gentle country folk
Who would wish nobody harm.
Fresh-cut sixty acres,
Eight cows in
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...

 I've got my clipboard, text books
 Lead me to the station
 Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
at 60 he won't have to guess
He's already missed the boat that leads to success
But he's done his best and he can't see why
The fame of life just
jaded and turn away
The next generation's here
And we're ready to pick up the pace
Side by side we wave the flag
Of discontent in their face

We
to rest by the one you thought was workin' with yah
War ready, the game just wanna take my life
War ready, pussy boy we all could die tonight
War ready
at the moon, but no, you're showing teeth.
We know. You're ready to feast on newborn beginnings as you cry wolf.

Eight thousand and sixty four hours
word) - on
Navigation lights, on
Strobes, on
Confirm three-eight-echo ready for departure
Hello again, this is now 129.4
129.4, it's to go 
You may
Or just let it slip
Yo

Remote is ready, eyes wide palms are sweaty
there's Flintstones on the TV all ready, Wilma and Beatty
No virgin, I'm channel
ready to rap
Strong fax I swing
Like Bo Jax
I'm never calm on a bomb track
60 percent 3/fifths
Constituted
Huh prostituted
Why I'm mad
'Cause it's
on a nine-hour day 
(No lunch, no brunch)
We sleep 8 hours away
(I'll munch something on the run, dear)
Work from 9 to 5 with 60 minutes off
(East side, west
to Burma, Mandalay
Places like that
I set the alarm clock ready for another day at work
Another day in life's great adventure
It's no small wonder
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 

I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've
love it, I can't help it
Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
right here, has been certified
For years, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's got soul up in his blueprint and he's ready to vocalize
So we passin' the mic your way, come
Hey 1-2-3, everybody feel free
Hey 4-5-6, move on straight to the mix
Hey 7-8-9, let's do it one more time
Hey ready-set-go, the beat will never
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight 

I've got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Yeah, I'm off to the civil war
I've
Everybody get ready, lift up your glasses and sing
Everybody get ready to lift up your glasses and sing
Well, I'm standin' on the table, I'm proposing a toast
movin

Yo weak ass might get hit



(MJG)



Kids don't count when we buck back to hard

Get ready to finish anything you start



(8Ball)



Straigh from
really fly
With you by the green tree
We'll lie by the green tree
Green tree?
We're your company
We're your company
I'm a workin' woman
With a baby
visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E Money bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got
the buildings
Do it for the love of the art and the children's
And throw paper machet inside of ya models
See we all throttles, we zip by in this drive
Yeah we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all
The game is locked we down to the eight ball
The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait